Day135 - Carving holes in plywood.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008: The garage: gas line

Knock one more task off my list: I know know how to hook up a gas tank. Fun, yes I know. Because Troy was mounting the gas tank into the floor of the truck, we had some problems maneuvering the the hook up lines. After a little bit of cutting, an little bit of cussing and some elbow grease, the sea dog is not installed and ready for nozzle. Gas nozzle that is, perv.

Shiny!




The plywood floor will be switched out for a wood bed. I'm sure you will be reading about it shortly.

Day133 - Get in there you damn dirty dash.

Monday, May 13, 2008: The garage: dash.

Tonight we installed the full dash. Mostly everything is wired (I crossed it of the list!) and the radio was finally mounted and secured, so we decided to cram it all in there and call it done.

Here is a picture of before:





And here is our finished dash. I want to punch someone I am so happy.





Just in case your wondering how old that speedometer is - here is the stamp when it left the factory.





1946. That means that it was made completely America just one year after WWII ended (in the middle of a baby boom I'm sure). The economy was probably kicking into full steam and industry was alive in America. The man who made it was probably as old as my great-grandfather or younger and may have had his very own Chevy Stylemaster. Now we have it, it's chopped to hell, but we love it just the same.

Day131 - Doors can be metaphors too.

Saturday, May 10, 2008:

Today was supposed to be dedicated to Paintball Fury, but when we woke up is was raining and miserable. So we cancelled. And then, it turned into the most beautiful day you have ever seen. One of those days that just makes you happy to be alive.




But it was for the best, and everything does happen for a reason it seems, and we instead had a full day to work on the Gypsy. It was much needed for sure.

Plus for lunch, we went to Scott's Roasting. Pulled pork will never be denied.




When we got back, Troy and Kyle worked on the hood (it took 3 days to set it right and it is still a little weird.) and I took to the door. First you need this:




And a little of this:




And you toss it on the floor and get this:




When you add it to a bare door like this:




You eventually get this:




And then you can hang it on the truck with the help of two strong dudes.




So, that was my day. Instead of getting shot with wee little paintballs, I got a nice black and blue mark from walking into a jack handle. The smartest thing that I've done all year was map everything out on the floor. A bit of inspired thinking there.

It was worth it, this thing is looking pretty bad ass right now.

Day116 - White Robin, not white rabbit.

Friday, April 25, 2008: White Robin: Frackville.






Yep. You saw that right.

An albino robin. Or half Albino maybe. It's breast is really red in person. He's been hanging out in my Pop Pop's back yard. Pop pop said none of the other robins will mate with him. I am unsure if that is true, but I'm sure Tre will correct me if I am wrong.

Tonight after we saw this in the backyard, Troy saw that there is a similar bird in Troy, Pa. First the bees, now this. Who needs to wait until 2012.